Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

14 • Blame It On the Alcohol

⚠️This chapter contains racy sexual content 🔥

Alternate Narration
Serkan and Eda's POVs        

      Eda screams. A loud thrilling yell escapes her. The car hurls through the speed of light, dropping my heart into the pit of my stomach, like an elevator car during its descend. The hollers of the other riders pierce the air, as we approach a big loop in the track.

      With both hands waving wildly in the air, we tip upside down. We hollow out our lungs as we propel through the remaining ride in a corkscrew pattern. The car gradually decelerates as it rattles into the station. It grinds to a stop at turtle speed, and the lap bar rises. I offer my hand to help Eda off.

       Once we're safe on the ground, she crooks her arms around my neck and kisses me, unabashedly.

       "That was amazing!" She shrills, her voice hoarse.

       "Should we talk about that kiss?"

       I ask, gingerly -- grabbing the back of my neck, and glancing down at Eda's beaming face.

       My question receives a loud affirmative -- hell no.

       "I know things will go back to normal on Monday. But we're in Sin City now, and I just want to feel and experience, not think. That kiss didn't feel awkward to me at all, for some reason. That kiss was better than finding a cute puppy under the Christmas tree, or eating calorie-free mango cheesecake."

       I sigh a big relief. That kiss felt so natural for me too, it's scary, but in a good way. I crave her so damn much that it's easy to banish the voice of reason. Every so often, your dreams don't do justice to the reality -- if and when it plays out in real life. Kissing Eda IRL blew all my fantasies out of the water, and then some. The countless hours spent imagining what it would be like to taste those lips have been rewarded, ten-fold. The only down side to it is -- I will crave her even more now.

       Eda grabs my hand and leads me through the bustling arcade, attached to the rollercoaster station. We scurry pass a black velvet curtain, at the back of the crowded space, near the exit. I pull the dusty fabric aside and peek inside. Lo and behold -- there's a storage area behind it, jam packed with out of commissioned arcade game consoles and pinball machines.

       I grab Eda around her waist and kiss her. The taste of rum and mint still lingers on her lips. I'm reminded that her boldness is fueled by the copious amount of alcohol in her system. I'm okay with that, since I won't be doing what I'm about to do, without the liquid courage egging me on.

        Eda squeals, as I lift her up onto the Jurassic Park pinball machine. I ease her dress up and plant kisses along her silky inner thigh. A soft rapturous moan escapes her. I lift up my head to look at her, as she combs her fingers through my hair.

       "Mmm -- I love that, don't stop."

       Those words are music to my ears. When a sexy woman urges you to carry on with pleasuring her, you do just that. Eda leans back and balances herself on her elbows.

       I kiss and tease her sweet heat through the thin lace panties. She takes in a tremulous breath -- squeezing her thighs slightly, bucking off the pinball machine -- moaning, groaning, and wiggling like a fish.

        "You're wet for me -- "

         I murmur, as I gently caress her slick core with my thumb. I drag her to the edge of the pinball machine and drape her legs on my shoulders. The Golden Gate --.